The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

Moral Letters 4: On Death



Read Seneca's letter online

After I made the above-video, I remembered the song Eric Clapton wrote after the death of his four-year-old son, Conor. It's an imaginative piece, a song of a father who not only wants to spend time with his son, but has also reconciled with death: "beyond the door, there's peace, I'm sure."




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